#oc mac

Mac (the knife)

He’s a messenger/escort/travel warrior he uses those extensions to run on all fours faster

(I only named him that because i had this whole skit stuck in my head when i was making him)

Chpr 6

🩷🩶🚒🚀

Cass slipped into the mess room and boiled the kettle, for herself, for the first time in...oooh, what was it? Going on four days.

The station had experienced back-to-back callouts all week, and she was ready for a strong, semi-decent, cup of coffee. One that she didn't have to neck, stone-cold, between tasks.

She'd used up the last of the blend Virgil had gifted her, so station-sludge it was. Well, it wasn't that bad. It was just that ThunderBrews were indescribably better.

Rain thrummed steadily on the misted window pane - the London skyline, melting into one long, silver-grey blur. But, the addition of her coffee and a more-manageable workload had her staving off her mound of paperwork - just a moment longer, to savour the subtle autumnal vibe.

"Quiet one today, Chie-"

"-DON'T...say it Probie."

Her mug was moments from her lips and...

An alert sounded on her phone. It was one she had never hoped to hear. One that most of the station had no clue existed.

Protocol Phoenix.

It instantly triggered the station alarm.

Boots could be heard running down the hall, as her team grabbed kit and headed for the trucks.

Chief McCready headed them off, making use of one of the old fire-poles, that was mainly kept for show, to dart between floors.

"LISTEN UP, LISTEN UP!

Her voice drowned out the clatter of boots on the stairs.

"THIS IS A NON-STANDARD EMERGENCY!"

"LINE UP, LINE UP."

A number of firefighters looked visibly confused, dithering momentarily, as they looked between their Chief and the trucks.

A select few understood. Their faces wore a different shade of concern.

Right, I'm gonna need Jonesy, Mac, Tam - you're with me.

Where's Ashwell?

"Ash, you're in charge of the station. You can have my brew. Enjoy."

"Probie, you'll be cleaning the trucks until needed."

"What did I do?"

"Tempted fate."

Cass shrugged at a run.

* * *

The GDF carrier was already waiting at the rendezvous point. She was sleeker than the rest of their fleet; designed by Brains himself, and equipped with state of the art rescuewear befitting a Thunderbird.

Cass strapped in and braced herself. Training days with Scott and Virgil had already proven the serious Gs the aircraft could pull.

Col. Casey gave her a small nod of acknowledgement before a blue hologram projected out between them.

"Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward here, confirming attendance of myself, Parker, and Tycho Reeves."

Tycho offered a derpy smile and half-wave from the edge of the projection.

"All present and correct here, also. Setting coordinates for Tracy Island. Protocol Phoenix is Go."

The projection blinked out.

"Just noticed, you added a name to the carrier since last time," Jonesy called out over the noise of the engine.

"Lucy?"

"Any reason behind the name choice?"

Oh no, turns out my ‘human’ character was just a changeling all along.